So today I've met with this guy I know for a few years. He's not a friend, just a guy a have a good rapport with - maybe due to similar sense of humor and possibly similar background (he's british - former military and we might have been on opposite sides during the Yugo conflict 20 years ago).

He's the UberChad. If I'd google "Asshole" I would not be suprised if he's picture came up.

He's 43 and very fit, most likely due to neverending chasing for pussy and continuous cocaine habit, (he spent £80k on coke this year), fucks 2-3 new girls every week, usually they are in the 20s or early 30s. He films them during sex and his phone is full of videos of bitches sucking his dick.

He is THE bad boy - running and doing coke, breeding and training dogs for fights and God knows what else he's up to.

He burns brightly. Carpe diem shoud be his motto. He makes and spends more than I do. He manages to find and fuck really stunning women. (Quite hard task as UK is the land of uggos). 20 years ago I'd be envious. These days I simply cannot force myself to care.

I see the symtoms he's trying to hide: restlessness, paranoia and hidden panic attacks. I see the nervous ticks, I can hear the grinding of his teeth.

I know of very dangerous people who are quite angry with him, turns out that irish travellers react badly to sleeping with their wives, who knew, right?

If the angry Irish won't get him it will be either overdose, incurable STD, heart attack or stroke that will end him. I don't think he will reach his 50s.

Don't be a Chad. Its not worth it.